Master and Doll

Public Affair

Maser's POV:

"Doll," I growled, I really wasn't in the mood for his pestering today.

"Please Master," a soft finger pressed into my cheek and my eyes flicked open to glare at the offending digit.

"I said no, Doll, now that's final." I stood and walked towards the stairs. An angry huff sounded from behind me followed by unintelligible mumbles.

"Care to repeat that?" I asked without turning my head.

"No," he snapped. I sighed and turned on a heel to face my Sub. He was glaring slightly and his cheeks had grown in size as he had puffed them out.

"Fine, you want to earn my trust so bad, go upstairs and put on the outfit I have in the guest bedroom. I was going to wait until Wednesday, but I guess you have no patience for that." Doll smirked at the win and stood up, walking past me to the stairs. Once the door to the guest room closed I jogged up the stairs and went into the main bedroom, pulling out my favorite black suit. It took about fifteen minutes for Doll to knock on the door. I ran a hand through my hair once more to make sure the gel was perfect and walked over to open the door. Doll had his head down, a small blush tinting his ears.

"M-Master," he tugged on his collar and peered up at me through his bangs.

"You look beautiful, Doll." I praised, allowing my eyes to roam his body. He had pulled his hair into a high ponytail to better show off the black dress he wore and he was now a few inches taller due to the black heels he wore.

"Master, can I get past you to grab a pair of underwear?" his face flushed brighter at the question.

"No, you won't need any." his head snapped up and his stormy eyes narrowed slightly.

"Okay Master, I trust you." he breathed after a moment.

"Perfect, I assume you're ready then?" he nodded, "Great, then let us go." I took his hand in my own and led him down the stairs and out of the house. I opened the door to my car and gestured him to get in. He smiled before swinging his body in. I closed the door behind him and rushed to my side, sending a quick text to Leon, the owner of the restaurant we were going to, before getting in.

Thirty minutes later we were pulling into the parking lot of XXKings, my favorite five-star restaurant. Doll gaped up at the castle-like exterior.

"Come on, Doll, our table is waiting." I opened my door and walked around to get Doll's, knowing he wouldn't touch the handle unless I explicitly told him to. I opened the door and Doll stepped out, instantly intertwined our fingers and allowing me to lead him into the building.

"Hello and welcome to XXKings, may I get your reservation name?" the receptionist asked when we approached.

"Ren Christernal," I voiced confidently. The receptionist hit a few buttons on his iPad and nodded.

"Follow me, sir." I followed after him towards the secluded booth. The receptionist gestured towards it before we took our seats. I pulled Doll to my side, instantly wrapping an arm over his shoulders.

"Your server will be with you shortly."
"Thank you," the receptionist nodded and walked away.

"Master?" Doll asked hesitantly.

"Come sit between my legs," I ordered. Doll scanned the area, looking at the other diners before slowly doing as told. I ran a hand up his arm and felt the tension in his shoulders. I began to massage them, causing Doll to slowly lose a bit of the tension. I smirked and kissed his neck.